Post by melko on Dec 19, 2022 16:33:49 GMT -5
The sun started to set, painting the horizon in a myriad of colors. Chimon lived near the edge of town, in a humble abode nestled a cluster of dense packed jungle trees. His humble abode was small, a little shack with a small store house located about a couple of feet away. The shack had a rustic appeal to it. The wood used to create the shack seemed to have been discolored and old, almost as if it had been made from broken bits of much nicer houses; nonetheless, despite its hastily built together appearance, the shack was as study as a stone. Chimon made the house when he arrived at Dojo Island a while ago, with the help of his tea mentor and best friend, and well, since then he has been staying there for a while.
Chimon followed the trampled path of dirt. A custom satchel made from leather hanged over his shoulder, usually the satchel would contain his tea set and some leaves, but in truth, Chimon satchel was filled with other supplies—mostly groceries. Instead, his teapot remained tucked underneath his arm pit, wrapped in red cloth, and held closely to his body. Chimon managed to arrive at his house before the sun set, he unpacked the satchel. Placing some meats, fruits, and herbs onto a nearby table, that rested in the center of his kitchen, and setting his kettle right next to his stovetop; unwrapping it so that he could place on a pot of tea.
Pouring some water in the tea pot and then placing it on the kettle, Chimon searched through the group of herbs that carried with him. He chose some simple jasmine tea, taking out the needed herbs and placing it onto a safe space for him to lose later. With that, he smiled, and picked up the rest of his groceries in order to place them into the store house.
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